Qin Muchuan stared at her emotionlessly. "It doesn't feel good to have your neck squeezed, does it?"
"Cough ... cough ..." Lin Xiangwan couldn't breathe freely yet, and she was coughing continuously. "It's not just a bad feeling, but a feeling that I'm about to die!"
He looked away. "I can't take your life, but others can!"
His obscure words induced an inexplicable fear in Lin Xiangwan's heart. "What do you mean?"
"Wanwan, your character tends to invite revenge, and you're clueless about whom you've offended!"
"I've offended a mistress, so what?" Lin Xiangwan asked fearlessly. "In this day and age, is a mistress still so rampant?"
Qin Muchuan ignored her question, and continued to inquire. "Did you take the photos yourself or hired someone?"
"None of your business!" Lin Xiangwan rolled her eyes at him.
"Don't throw a temper tantrum, answer me honestly!" Qin Muchuan scolded her.
Then Lin Xiangwan obediently replied. "I took them myself, so what?"
"Does anyone else know?"
